Think about those springy doorstops, the kind that taper up to a white rubber nub at the end, and go “sproioioioioioioing!” when you step on them accidentally while bringing in the groceries. I was terrified of those things for most of my childhood. Remind me to tell you the story sometime. Anyway, think of yourself…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
New Pants!
I wore new pants to school today. These weren’t just any old pants, but were the proof of a bit of victory for me. I bought the new pants, capris to be exact, right before school started. At that time, they were a schooch too tight and did not flatter my –ahem– assets the way…
Blue Speckled Pup 